mary1

I went to door number 18. This door was different from the others. It was made of metal and had spikes sticking out of it. On the other side you could hear rustling. My mind screamed to get away from this door and go back to the house, go eat a sandwich, do anything besides go through that door. My body wouldn't listen. It was like it had a mind of its own! I'm in front of the door and there's no turning back. My hand grabs the handle with a firm grip, I can see my knuckles turn white.
C.B.
I opened the heavey door.
I finally built up the courage
My body pulled the door open